Everyone knew it was the vacuums' last day on the force. The retirement party was all planned. A long decorated career. The vacuum had cleaned office floors. Hardwood. Carpet, even shag. Sometimes even wood shop floors.
It's superstition that you don't talk about your retirement on the last day. All the party stuff was a surprise. It was just another day for ole' vaccy. Just happen to also be the vacuum's last day in more ways than one.
Then it happened, out of nowhere. Live had this type of moment in mind, I'm sure. Lightning crashes, an old vacuum dies.
I held vaccy that night, as the motor sputtered and stopped. I knew that was it. The last berber vaccy would touch would be the hallway's. It's funny if you think about it. Hallways are a kind of transitional place. Vaccy would pass through one last time on their way through the veil.
Anyway, probably something with the motor. It sounded weird before it slowed down and stopped. I emailed tools when it happened.